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Breathe the Free Air Again | OTA
Who: Wizard (substitutiarylocomotion) & any interested parties.
What: A new toplevel to knock the dust-off after inactivity and a chance for Wizard to finally ply his services in the Arcanium and get some fresh air after all the Seemingly's climate kerfuffles.
When: Mid-September
Where: The Arcanium, Pinhole Printing and Binding, Blackberry Apothecary
Breathe the Free Air Again - OTA
The past month had been a trying one for Sylus. What was meant to be the time that he opened the doors of the Arcanium in-earnest instead saw the force of all four seasons unleashed upon the town. The onset of blistering heat alerted the Wizard that something unusual was afoot, and it soon became apparent that shopping was unlikely to be on anyone's to-do list when going outside at all could be a death sentence. Though interiors seemed to be spared the worst of the elemental wrath buffeting Pumpkin Hollow, the exterior of the Arcanium had only just been restored and neither he nor Sorceress intended to allow their magical sanctum to crumble under the concentrated force of the seasons. A stocked pantry meant they could subsist well enough in terms of food and supplies and Sorceress's alchemical abilities safeguarded them against the possibility that the madness lasted longer than anticipated, so the primary issue became protecting the building itself. A ward was able to erected over the Arcanium, raising just in-time to shield it from the whirlwinds that followed in the wake of the scorching temperatures, but did little to alleviate the climate catastrophes themselves. Faced with floods and freezes, the pair of enchanters had little choice but to bunker-down to ensure the arcane protection would remain strong enough to deal with whatever unexpected surprises might be next in the meteorological roulette. By the time normalcy returned to the town Wizard was quite ready for a change of scenery, and he fully expected that anyone else who’d spent the ordeal as he had would wholly agree.
The Arcanium had been Wizard's primary focus since arriving in Pumpkin Hollow and, loathe as he was to take to the "hermit in a tower" school of wizardry, he couldn't help but admit that providing a hub for all things magical was likely the most useful thing he could do in his unfamiliar new surroundings. Progress had been slow-but-steady, with more than a few strange happenings harrying his efforts, but the time had finally come to open the doors to his arcane emporium.
The interior of the Arcanium was a simultaneously organized and cluttered affair, rife with crammed shelves of books and writings on different magical properties by his partner and him, with countertop spaces littered with signs of different sorcerous undertakings. Those interested in purchasing something of a mystical nature can choose from a selection of different scrolls containing bound spells of various different strengths and utilitarian applications or can choose from a selection of assorted household items that have been ensorcelled for added convenience. Self-sweeping brooms, auto-transcription quills, and all manner of strange-but-helpful magical knickknacks can be found within the Arcanium's selection, but customers are also able to bring their own items for enchantment as well.
Disenchantment and curse-breaking services are offered as well, with a pamphlet by the door even offering home visits for such purposes, but it goes on to state that results will vary based on the strength of the offending spell. Though there is nothing in the way of alchemical ingredients for sale, given the prevalence of more specialized stores for such purposes, small vials of magically-imbued potions and tinctures are available for odder or more hyper-specific undertakings. A small curio at the back of the store holds a very limited selection of rings and amulets imbued with various helpful charms, while a roped-off set of stairs leads up towards the Arcanium's living quarters.
Wizard himself sits at a desk near the front door, looking back and forth from a stack of books and his own writings while humming contentedly. A series of candles and lanterns cast a warm glow over his workspace, but also bathe the entire entryway in the smell of warm lavender and beeswax. Engrossed as he is in his work he still maintains enough awareness to greet anyone who might enter, giving a simple "welcome" with only the most passing glances up from his desk.
By the nature of his profession Wizard had spent an inordinate amount of his life around books and literature when compared to the average person, so the sights and sounds of a bindery were not unfamiliar to him. Despite his level of experience, what he’d found within Pinhole Printing was unlike anything he’d seen before. Printing Presses existed where he’d come from, but only a few decades had passed since the very first prototype was unveiled and they were still devices considered to stand on the bleeding edge of technological advancement. Having even a single press could put a town on the map, elevating its scale of production to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with far larger operations, but they were expensive investments and had yet to be common sights outside large population centers. Seeing one here was both a surprise when compared to the woodblock printing he’d anticipated, but also not entirely unexpected given the other technological marvels he’d seen on display since arriving on Marrow Isle.
The dark wood that made up the shop’s interior lent itself well to matching the behemoth of a device that dominated the rear of the store but, despite the complimentary choices of woodwork, much of the bindery seemed to exist in a state of organized chaos - something that Sylus was all too familiar with. Being among the scent of fresh ink again was quite satisfying to him though, and he had come to greatly enjoy watching the press at-work since first discovering Gerard’s store. Filling enough volumes to stock the shelves of the Arcanium had meant getting more than a few books bound as well, but in all his visits he had yet to ask after the strange teal-haired figurine that stood in the shop window. Whether a mascot of the store, a curiosity from Gerard’s travels, or simply a good luck charm that he’d picked up at some point or another Sylus did not know, but her clothing and overall aesthetic certainly stood at odds with the rest of the bindery.
Whether perusing the choices of book covers for use in some new treatise on translocation, selecting font for some print or another, or simply enjoying observing the process, Wizard can be spotted loafing around the store’s front-room fairly easily.
Wizard was not unfamiliar with the idea of an apothecary, having been fueled by a variety of potions throughout much of his adventures, but such establishments had always been cloaked in a heady atmosphere of mysticism. Alchemists and mystics would brew potions with powerful effects and ply them to adventurers who were going into battle, with incense and dimmed-lighting seemingly coming part-and-parcel with the creation and selling of such things. The optimistic and matter-of-fact practicality of Blackberry Apothecary couldn’t have been further from those kinds of potion sellers, and instead presented the art of potion making with the kind of well=learned professionalism he would expect of a far more mundane occupation.
Culture shock as it had been first stepping into the the cheery, lavender-walled shop Wizard had grown quite reliant on the knowledge and resources Sally provided. The flora and fauna of Marrow Isle were a complete unknown to him, yet her knowledge allowed him to request draughts for specifics purposes as well as providing him relief from the aches and pains of his lengthy renovation project. Sourcing ingredients for those concoctions he intended to add an enchanted spin to in his own store would have been impossible without the Sally’s expertise as well, and meant Sylus had become a regular sight within the well-stocked shelves of the Apothecary.
Whether just window-shopping or dropping by to pick up a specific order, Wizard can be encountered fairly frequently among the tiled floors and marble counters of Blackberry Apothecary.
If the above prompts aren’t your style, or if you’ve got another location or idea in mind, feel free to ask for a custom starter! Wizard is much better acquainted with the island than before he arrived, so he’s actively getting around to quite a few locations now. If you’ve got something specific in-mind odds are it would be well within his circle of travel.
substitutiarylocomotion) & any interested parties. What: A new toplevel to knock the dust-off after inactivity and a chance for Wizard to finally ply his services in the Arcanium and get some fresh air after all the Seemingly's climate kerfuffles.
When: Mid-September
Where: The Arcanium, Pinhole Printing and Binding, Blackberry Apothecary
Breathe the Free Air Again - OTA
The past month had been a trying one for Sylus. What was meant to be the time that he opened the doors of the Arcanium in-earnest instead saw the force of all four seasons unleashed upon the town. The onset of blistering heat alerted the Wizard that something unusual was afoot, and it soon became apparent that shopping was unlikely to be on anyone's to-do list when going outside at all could be a death sentence. Though interiors seemed to be spared the worst of the elemental wrath buffeting Pumpkin Hollow, the exterior of the Arcanium had only just been restored and neither he nor Sorceress intended to allow their magical sanctum to crumble under the concentrated force of the seasons. A stocked pantry meant they could subsist well enough in terms of food and supplies and Sorceress's alchemical abilities safeguarded them against the possibility that the madness lasted longer than anticipated, so the primary issue became protecting the building itself. A ward was able to erected over the Arcanium, raising just in-time to shield it from the whirlwinds that followed in the wake of the scorching temperatures, but did little to alleviate the climate catastrophes themselves. Faced with floods and freezes, the pair of enchanters had little choice but to bunker-down to ensure the arcane protection would remain strong enough to deal with whatever unexpected surprises might be next in the meteorological roulette. By the time normalcy returned to the town Wizard was quite ready for a change of scenery, and he fully expected that anyone else who’d spent the ordeal as he had would wholly agree.
Grand Opening - The Arcanium
The Arcanium had been Wizard's primary focus since arriving in Pumpkin Hollow and, loathe as he was to take to the "hermit in a tower" school of wizardry, he couldn't help but admit that providing a hub for all things magical was likely the most useful thing he could do in his unfamiliar new surroundings. Progress had been slow-but-steady, with more than a few strange happenings harrying his efforts, but the time had finally come to open the doors to his arcane emporium.
The interior of the Arcanium was a simultaneously organized and cluttered affair, rife with crammed shelves of books and writings on different magical properties by his partner and him, with countertop spaces littered with signs of different sorcerous undertakings. Those interested in purchasing something of a mystical nature can choose from a selection of different scrolls containing bound spells of various different strengths and utilitarian applications or can choose from a selection of assorted household items that have been ensorcelled for added convenience. Self-sweeping brooms, auto-transcription quills, and all manner of strange-but-helpful magical knickknacks can be found within the Arcanium's selection, but customers are also able to bring their own items for enchantment as well.
Disenchantment and curse-breaking services are offered as well, with a pamphlet by the door even offering home visits for such purposes, but it goes on to state that results will vary based on the strength of the offending spell. Though there is nothing in the way of alchemical ingredients for sale, given the prevalence of more specialized stores for such purposes, small vials of magically-imbued potions and tinctures are available for odder or more hyper-specific undertakings. A small curio at the back of the store holds a very limited selection of rings and amulets imbued with various helpful charms, while a roped-off set of stairs leads up towards the Arcanium's living quarters.
Wizard himself sits at a desk near the front door, looking back and forth from a stack of books and his own writings while humming contentedly. A series of candles and lanterns cast a warm glow over his workspace, but also bathe the entire entryway in the smell of warm lavender and beeswax. Engrossed as he is in his work he still maintains enough awareness to greet anyone who might enter, giving a simple "welcome" with only the most passing glances up from his desk.
The Splendid Scent of Ink and Paper - Pinhole Printing and Binding
By the nature of his profession Wizard had spent an inordinate amount of his life around books and literature when compared to the average person, so the sights and sounds of a bindery were not unfamiliar to him. Despite his level of experience, what he’d found within Pinhole Printing was unlike anything he’d seen before. Printing Presses existed where he’d come from, but only a few decades had passed since the very first prototype was unveiled and they were still devices considered to stand on the bleeding edge of technological advancement. Having even a single press could put a town on the map, elevating its scale of production to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with far larger operations, but they were expensive investments and had yet to be common sights outside large population centers. Seeing one here was both a surprise when compared to the woodblock printing he’d anticipated, but also not entirely unexpected given the other technological marvels he’d seen on display since arriving on Marrow Isle.
The dark wood that made up the shop’s interior lent itself well to matching the behemoth of a device that dominated the rear of the store but, despite the complimentary choices of woodwork, much of the bindery seemed to exist in a state of organized chaos - something that Sylus was all too familiar with. Being among the scent of fresh ink again was quite satisfying to him though, and he had come to greatly enjoy watching the press at-work since first discovering Gerard’s store. Filling enough volumes to stock the shelves of the Arcanium had meant getting more than a few books bound as well, but in all his visits he had yet to ask after the strange teal-haired figurine that stood in the shop window. Whether a mascot of the store, a curiosity from Gerard’s travels, or simply a good luck charm that he’d picked up at some point or another Sylus did not know, but her clothing and overall aesthetic certainly stood at odds with the rest of the bindery.
Whether perusing the choices of book covers for use in some new treatise on translocation, selecting font for some print or another, or simply enjoying observing the process, Wizard can be spotted loafing around the store’s front-room fairly easily.
Wisdom is a Flower - Blackberry Apothecary
Wizard was not unfamiliar with the idea of an apothecary, having been fueled by a variety of potions throughout much of his adventures, but such establishments had always been cloaked in a heady atmosphere of mysticism. Alchemists and mystics would brew potions with powerful effects and ply them to adventurers who were going into battle, with incense and dimmed-lighting seemingly coming part-and-parcel with the creation and selling of such things. The optimistic and matter-of-fact practicality of Blackberry Apothecary couldn’t have been further from those kinds of potion sellers, and instead presented the art of potion making with the kind of well=learned professionalism he would expect of a far more mundane occupation.
Culture shock as it had been first stepping into the the cheery, lavender-walled shop Wizard had grown quite reliant on the knowledge and resources Sally provided. The flora and fauna of Marrow Isle were a complete unknown to him, yet her knowledge allowed him to request draughts for specifics purposes as well as providing him relief from the aches and pains of his lengthy renovation project. Sourcing ingredients for those concoctions he intended to add an enchanted spin to in his own store would have been impossible without the Sally’s expertise as well, and meant Sylus had become a regular sight within the well-stocked shelves of the Apothecary.
Whether just window-shopping or dropping by to pick up a specific order, Wizard can be encountered fairly frequently among the tiled floors and marble counters of Blackberry Apothecary.
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If the above prompts aren’t your style, or if you’ve got another location or idea in mind, feel free to ask for a custom starter! Wizard is much better acquainted with the island than before he arrived, so he’s actively getting around to quite a few locations now. If you’ve got something specific in-mind odds are it would be well within his circle of travel.
Grand Opening
But the sun was out, the temperature was cooling into the comfortable fall air, the town wasn't in complete disarray anymore, and they were officially open for business despite everything.
She gives Sylus a smile as she quietly closes the door behind her and jiggles her basket of treats, along with a glass of milk and cream.
"Hungry? I've got plenty of goodies for us~"
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Scarlett was much better than him at allowing herself to live in the moment, or at the very least better at appearing that way, and seeing her come back "home" with a goodie basket in-hand made him feel a warm kind of happiness that he wasn't entirely comfortable with. Both of them would profusely deny it if asked, but they'd settled into a sort of "happy couple" existence here in Pumpkin Hollow that they'd never taken the chance on in their own world. Seeing his beautiful definitely-not-girlfriend come through the door, glowing with happiness and carrying a bushel of pastries in her arms was about the strongest moment of realization in regards to their relationship that he'd had since arrival.
Quite literally, they'd built a house together and now persued their different schools of magic together under the same roof. Though they had different rooms only one was ever used, and the other was maintained in name-only. They ate together, lived together, worked together, did... other things together, and now here she was coming through the door with breakfast for her "working hubby". Short of announcing "Honey, I'm home!" as she entered they couldn't have built a more quintessential embodiment of the married home, and that realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
Eyes widening as all that processed in his mind, he rotated on his stool to better face her and did his best to conceal his discombobulation. An immature and petty part of him wanted to respond to the wave of feelings by shoving it all away and teasing her about her absence, but looking at how happy she was and how she was literally in the process of being kind to him made him feel ashamed for even considering it. Instead, cheeks a bit flushed with the mixture of confused affection and petty emberrasment, he just gives her a smile.]
"That sounds absolutely lovely."
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Getting the chance to settle in, live a somewhat normal life, and still enjoy herself was quite nice, despite the demons' best efforts to make things absolutely miserable last month. Now things were back to normal and they could breathe. So what better way to celebrate than to have a nice breakfast together from her favorite bakery. ]
I thought we could both do with a treat this morning. As celebration, of course.
[ She sets the basket down on one of the less used tables, being careful that there wasn't anything delicate nearby. ]
Would you like me to make you some tea? I bought fresh milk and cream and I still have the honey from Elsie's bees.
Pick out whatever sweets you like. As you've done most of the hard work, it's only fair.
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"These all look quite delicious, though..."
[His eyes shift from the basket of sweet treats to its bearer's chest.]
"I must admit that, tasty as these drinks look, I'd rather have my milk... directly from the source."
[His lips purse, half sheepish at the statement and half-awkward at the flirt.]
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It would be a waste not to use what I've bought. You can... h-have some of that later.
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[He shifts in his seat, then altering his movements to look like he's simply leaning towards the basket of goodies rather than being flustered.]
"I... I would imagine you wouldn't be partial to your own vintage, after all."
[Sylus reaches a gloved hand in to the basket and picks out a couple pastries, scooping them up and putting them on the desk by his workstation.]
"Still."
[Breakfast goodies secured, he turns back towards the basket and gives Scarlett a nod.]
"I didn't intend to appear ungrateful. Thank you for breakfast."
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[ Yeah, she'd rather not partake of that. Regular milk is good for her. After Sylus has chosen his pastries, she sets the basket down on her area of the table, then disappears into the kitchen. Of course, Wizard can still hear her as she calls out: ]
The usual for your tea?
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"Hmm?"
[He half=queries/half-yells through a mouthful into the kitchen. Swallowing before responding a second time, he answers again.]
"The reglar would be fine, but I haven't got a kettle on so it's going to take you a minute."
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[ And while she waits, Sorceress re-enters the room to grab a pastry for herself, then returns to stand next to Wizard. ]
What are you working on now?
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[He slides a drawing of various different arcane incriptions towards her.]
"The core concept is the same as binding a spell to a scroll, but it needs to be symultaneously far stronger an inscription and be able to be used repeatedly without dissipation."
[Wizard's moves unconsciously to cup his chin with one hand, tapping his index finger against his lips thoughtfully.]
"In concept, we could maintain the circle manually by recharging it from our own magical reserves each and every night, but that's terribly tedious. Doing that would mean it would be functionally useless if we weren't around and would serve little more purpose than having us individually warp the intended users ourselves."
[His sentence is interrupted by by taking a bite from one of the pastries, resuming once more after he's finished with his mouthful.]
"If a circle could be formed that could feed off residual energy, such as star or moonlight, then it would be able to sustain itself in all but the foulest weather with next to no interference from us. We just don't have the ability to form a ward like that as things are though, and it's hard to know when we'd have the kind of capital to reach that point."
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I see... Would we install a cieling window to allow the moonlight to shine into the room then? We could start off recharging it ourselves until we get a more concrete process down. Or perhaps a by-request sort of thing?
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"I would expect that, if we do it right, we should be able to erect a ward over the entire Arcanium that could absorb it without having to make alterations to the house itself. Given the threats this poor place has faced just in the time since our arrival I think having one up over the place would be wise regardless of how we make use of the magical energies it harvests, but all the better if it's able to be used for translocation."
[He scoots the drawing back in front of him and leans back into the posture to work on it.]
"That being said, I can't know if it's even viable until we're further invested into it. Right now it's more smoke and mirrors than tangible spellcraft, but I hope to make headway in the caculations provided I can get the right resources."
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[ She stands back upright and folds her hands behind her back, still holding the pastry. ]
What resources should I be on the lookout for you?
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"Hello," he greets. "You've been very productive."
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"Ah, Mister Sephiroth! It feels like a lifetime ago since The Oak & Iron!"
[Rotating on his stool, he turns to face the entrance.]
"I have indeed been a busy bee. Providing a center for the arcane seemed the most useful thing I was likely to provide for the people here, so I've been working on making that a reality since not long after we first met."
[Wizard casts his hands out across the room, gesturing to the many trinkets and accoutrements that made up the Arcanium's storefront.]
"The selection is still limited, but this is the result. By the grace of the Goddesses, my colleague in mysticism from back in my own world was also brought here and that has been no small boon in regards to both sanity and productivity."
[Sylus would, of course, be loathe to give such open praise to Sorceress were she actually in the room, given their endless fueding, but he could at least be realistic about her contributions to both his mental health and the Arcanium as a whole with her safely out of earshot.]
"I would imagine you've had no short of things to keep you busy yourself. Quite a lot has hit the town since we last talked, and more than a few of those are the sorts of thing I would imagine make hell for the town guard. Have you and your comrades weathered the undead and the elemental escapades alright?"
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[He sobers a bit at the question.]
"My coworker Snakes Tolliver and I thankfully managed to stay alive during those disasters, but we both saw many disturbing sights."
[He doesn't think he should tell that Snakes seemed to have a mental meltdown during the zombie mess, but he's tried to pull himself together again as best as he can since then, with the help of Sephiroth and others.]
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"I'm pleased to say that we weathered the storm, literally and figuratively in the case of our most recent weather woes, fairly well all things considered. We ended up evacuating to the docks and safeguarding things there as best as we could during the undead crisis, but for the weather we were able to erect a ward and simply maintain it throughout the ordeal."
[He crosses his arms.]
"I can only imagine how those... less combat-capable residents would have felt. Needless to say, it's not a circuit I'd like to run again. Still-"
[Wizard rises from his stool, stepping a bit closer to the entrance and standing alongside the shelves of books and curiosities that runs the length of the wall.]
"-that's all far drearier than talking about the interesting bits and bobs I've got in here. I've worked myself to the bone trying to stock this Arcanium with what magical resources I can, but I'm afraid its selection is still on the more mundane end of things."
[Running his hand along the counter, he glances up at the books before returning his attention to his guest.]
"Depending on what you're looking for, and depending on what you're used to, it might be just the ticket though. Were you looking for something particular?"
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[He is happy to change the subject and walks over to the shelves.]
"I am not looking for anything specific. I want to see what all is here so I can plan for what I may need in the future."
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"Spellscrolls are what we have the most of, though the selection of bound spells aren't the widest or strongest at the moment."
[He opens one of the books, revealing that it's packed with hundreds of loose sheets of parchment. Each of the pages is marked with a different arcane inscription or binding circle, making them stand out from each other even at a glance.]
"We have portable heat, elemental assaults of all different forms, minor teleportation, flight or levitation, and just about any utility-type spells you can imagine."
[Pulling one particular spellscroll out, Wizard sets it on the counter and smiles.]
"This one is one I'm proud of for the ingenuity alone."
[He gestures to the circle on the paper, and then reaches back towards his workspace and grabs a cup of tea. Setting the tea onto the paper, the circle responds to the presence of weight and a dim red glow begins to emanate from beneath the cup.]
"It's a paper cooking range!"
[He grins.]
"A very simple spell, truth be told, but clever nonetheless. A weight-triggered fire spell, bound to various sizes of scrolls, with the paper then sealed in a thin resin to protect it from spills and abrasions. I doubt, of course, that it's the kind of thing you're looking for but I hope to see it become a best seller with the commonfolk at least."
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Intriguing.
[He doesn't need that, but it is very impressive.]
Yes, I'm sure that will be one of your most popular spells.
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[He slides the book of spellscrolls over to Sephiroth and begins slowly flipping through the pages.]
"Take a look yourself."
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[Sephiroth looks through the book.]
"This is very impressive."
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[[OOC: If there's any particular spellscrolls or anything Sephiroth would be looking for I can tell you if it's something he could have in-stock with their business at the current level.]]
[He casts his gaze back towards the rest of the store.]
"There's all manner of other magical sundries too, so feel free to look at anything that catches your eye."
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"Not at the moment, but I am intrigued."
[He looks at everything, mentally making notes of some things that might be worth a follow-up later.]
"This is a good line-up for your opening selections."
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"It's a long way off, but my business partner and I are working on a teleportarium. With it, and a scroll of recall, anywhere on this island could be connected. Those who live far away could use a scroll to recall here, then travel anywhere on the island via the teleportarium, and then back again when they're done through another scroll."
[He sighs tiredly and smiles.]
"It is... a considerable undertaking. The scrolls will be simplicity itself once the scribing is completed on the circle itself, but it's not an understatement to say the circle will be among the most complex arcane projects I've undertaken. Teleportation is something I've only ever done in small, rapid ways. Expanding routes of translocation on such a large scale, let alone for others, is something wholly new."
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